A/N: I wasn't expecting writing another chapter but I guess I will then.

Pairings:Angelio

Warnings:Yaoi and angst, also dark themes

Disclaimer:...Angel is hot no? Well I don't own him.

Word Count: 2,098

~~~~~Break~~~~~

Cold

Angel waited under the covers, trying to go back to sleep and dream of hair as blue as the ocean. Shifting and pushing, he brought his body to life and pressed against the sheets. Why couldn't he just stop this pain? It hurt so much, blooming deep within his chest and taking up residence in every vein. With every beat of his heart he could feel the acid push through his veins and spread throughout his body.

Raising his hands above his head, the sheets fell around his hands and he smiled. He always held up his life, trying so hard to keep the stars above him, yet close enough for him to reach and touch. He never let anything go by without some sort of control over them, and he always needed power. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could never keep the sky above him. His world always collapsed, he would always break and be crushed beneath the broken city. He would always rebuild, yet never remake his life.

Oblio.

Oblio had slipped into his life, and Angel couldn't even describe it. It was so much hate, love, care and hurt. Everything was intertwined, he had no control over that punk. It angered him, he needed to have a hold on the blue haired dancer and have him bend to his commands. Angel thought it would be an interesting game.

But he slipped up, he fell for the blue haired dancer, and he was scared. There was nothing he could do to stop this, he had only one choice. He needed to remove Oblio from his life.

Angel frowned, that man left him with a scar, on his left hand. Angel had been stupid enough to sneak up on Oblio while he was working on his bike and it led to a small accident. A sharp piece of the bike was jutting out and sliced Angel's hand, ripping open the skin and letting the blood spill from his gash.

Tracing the smooth scar on his hand, he smiled, Oblio was so beautiful.

Angel had seen it at that moment, he knew that Oblio had fallen for him. The love and concern buried within the blue eyes awakened and became etched on his face, his touch became gentle and soft. It was then that Angel also realized that he too was in love with the lone biker. Oblio had ripped open his chest and cut open his heart and let his love spill out into the world.

It became the truth.

Angel couldn't stop the kiss from happening, his bloody hand smearing a streak of red on Oblio's cheek, painting it with the color of love, marking the punk as his love.

Angel could remember every sweet kiss, and how Oblio melted the ice around his heart. All these years Angel had lived life without this knowledge of love, always distanced himself so he would never get hurt again, but this time he slipped up.

Now every memory, every kiss became sour and almost venomous, and Angel could feel the pain flare up again. His eyes stung, his throat collapsed and Angel curled up, pushing his hands back on his chest.

Love always hurt him the most.

Angel never wanted to show Oblio that love, he never meant to create that bond but if he didn't give up Oblio, he would kill the poor dancer. Oblio deserved better, Oblio deserved a man.

Angel tried to stop his choking tears, but he couldn't.

He always cherished his porcelain dancer, wanting to touch and hold him. He wanted to break the other boy's heart, to instead share one heart and love each other endlessly. They were to be forever entwined, breathing as one and simply wasting away...

The tears blurred everything, made his skin wet and he let out a soft sob.

This was hopeless. Angel would die. He was dying right now, alone and without his heart. Oblio had taken it with him, crushing all Angel had left.

That woman was the first to hurt him, and after that day he vowed to never love again. Why did he not remember? He was so caught up in this new and hopeless love, he never stopped it. Angel knew that this love would never work, Oblio would find someone better. After the initial gleam was gone, Oblio would lose interest in Angel and leave him.

Angel found the warmth of the blankets to be burning, not soothing, so he ran to the bathroom, almost tripping as he peeled away from the sheets and became desperate for water. He needed a cold touch, he needed that chill that Oblio always provided.

Yet as he rinsed his face, a man came into his vision. This man was a horrible man, breaking people's hearts and consuming the broken pieces. Angel couldn't move at all, just stare back. Angel moved closer, trying to look into the deep dark pupils of the monster, and he only became more disgusted. He saw a coward, an ugly man who could never be loved.

Angel sneered, this man shared his face, yet his eyes had a dull caramel, mixing in with darker browns and mucking up the once bright eyes.

Angel felt ugly. He always had, he never saw the beauty that people claimed him to be. He spat at his own reflection, and turned away, he couldn't face himself. Instead he looked at his hand, eyes landing once again on the scar.

Angel never minded Oblio's hands, even though they were always a little cold.

Oblio was such a beauty, his movements and posture, confidence spilled from his pores and left a trail of awe in it's wake. Angel had never felt so alive, so drawn, he needed power. Yet as Angel advanced on the blue haired man, he was unaffected by his charms. Angel wanted to scream, he needed that boy to love him! Everyone loved him!

Angel cried again, of course no one loved him. He was a monster. He had no heart and he just needed the gap in his chest filled.

Angel ran back to his bed and sighed in delight, the sheets were cold now and he loved it. He wrapped himself under the chilly blankets and rolled around, his hand landed on something extremely fuzzy. Moving his hand and feeling around, he finally clutched the object and brought it under with him.

It was a panda, blue and big enough to fit it's stubby arms under Angel's arms. Angel stared at it, trying to come up for a reason for it to be here.

"I want you to have him, keep him safe."

Angel's eyes widened with realization, this was Oblio's. The bear's name was Nishi, and he was Oblio's most cherished possession. It's soft fur tickled Angel's hands, and stared back with black eyes, yet Angel began to cry once more.

Angel had power over Oblio, the power to hurt him. And their final fight had not ended well, and he told Oblio that they needed to spend time alone. Oblio had frozen at the suggestion, but he agreed. Angel wasn't able to see the other dancer's eyes, yet he knew that he broke his heart.

Oblio had walked away, with a heavy chest, hands shoved into denim pockets and never looked back. Angel felt his own heart leave him at that moment, leaving him empty again.

Angel had horrible nightmares.

Angel was helpless in these dreams, only able to watch himself violate the Japanese man. He ripped his chest open and ate his heart, thrusting hard into the other man, breaking him entirely. Other times he would bite and scratch the writhing man, only killing him. Their bones would crack against each other, shattering and mixing.

Angel snapped out of his terrified state, eyes meeting once again with black ones. The bear was still here.

"I want to be here with you."

Oblio had said it. Angel thought back, he loved every moment with Oblio. He loved how the boy was. He loved every mistake they made, he loved every bond they created, and especially loved Oblio's touches.

"I'm so happy..."

Angel loved Oblio's voice, his hair, lips, everything. Just being with the boy made him someone else, someone who wasn't a monster, someone who could love.

"I..I ll-love...damn..."

Angel cried, Oblio loved him.

Oblio LOVED him.

Angel wanted to be the person to catch Oblio's tears, to hold him on stormy nights and rock him to sleep. He wanted Oblio to feel safe in his arms and fall back onto him. Angel wanted to lift the boy up, to bring him higher and allow Oblio to build a beautiful utopia around them.

He could be the pillar, the base to Oblio's happiness.

Angel threw on his clothes, and grabbed the bear, rushing and racing through the house to go to Oblio.

Running through the bleach streets, Angel pushed and shoved his way through, he could be a man. Oblio needed him, he needed to apologize for everything he had done. Oblio deserved the truth.

Yet and Angel continued his trek, he saw an endless street of gray building, become a giant mass of gray. Nothing made sense, every way Angel went, he couldn't find where he was. His leg's burned, pulsing with fatigue and he couldn't run anymore. He slowed his pace to a slow walk, sweating and swaying, he couldn't do this.

Angel passed by a man and woman kissing, almost bumped into a group of cheery teens and spotted a child clutching his mother's hand.

"I'm afraid."

Angel sobbed, but he let it go, he let his tears fall and allowed his vision to blur. Leaning against a wall, he collapsed, letting his heart spill out. Clutching the bear he let himself go, not caring anymore, Oblio was gone, and he had Angel's heart...

"Okay."

Angel shivered as the cold air blew in his face, he smiled, Oblio was always cold, but always so loving.

Angel's tears dried as the wind passed, and bringing himself up again, he slowly explored the city. Oblio needed the truth. With every step, his legs burned and ached, but it was nothing to Angel.

Finally locating the apartment he stayed still at the door, hand poised in a fist. He was afraid, but this was for Oblio. Glancing quickly at the blue bear, he sighed and knocked.

Oblio peeked through the crack in the door, "What do you want?"

Angel winced, he deserved that. "I...I have your bear." Angel shuffled nervously, he could already see the disgust on Oblio's face. "I...wanted you to have him. He's yours." Angel stared back at the off-white door, wanting to see Oblio's blue eyes. Angel bit his lip, letting blood seep out of the rip.

"I'm sorry." Angel couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and all his self loathing came rising from his chest, arms encircled his torso and Angel buried his head into Oblio's shoulder.

Angel stayed in Oblio's arms, just waiting and breathing, tears fading away and drying up. Oblio's cool hands touched him and Angel let out a shallow breath.

Oblio pulled him in the cold apartment and they tangled their limbs together, once again sharing a heart, and breathed.

Oblio could chase away the chill, he relished in Angel's warmth.

Angel let the cold sooth his burning desire for love, he could become someone who could love back.

The bear somehow made it inside the apartment, lying innocently on the ground.

Leaving into Oblio's room they escaped the bleach city and found a place in each other, a place where despite the pain and suffering, despite the monotony and the boredom, the connected and lived, finally coming into a perfect balance.

Love.

Love made them complete in this life, made them not only live but feel alive, take them to new places and change them into better people.

Angel smiled, even if this love failed, even if they grew apart, he could be a man, he could hurt and rebuild his life again, he would make himself new again.

Oblio leaned back onto Angel's chest, finally believing that he was someone worth loving, that they could make it out together.

Another soft wind blew and the couple came closer together.

"I love you."